Penelope Mitsuke Whore ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Little secret, eh? She sings, voice like honey. Heard it late, pier fog rollin’ thick. Shocked me stiff—whore’s got soul, who knew? “The ashes fall,” like in Saul’s hell. She’s ash too, burnin’ slow, dyin’ inside. Pisses me off—why waste that voice? Coulda been somethin’, not just a lay. Hiss! Tricksy world, chews her up, spits her.

Appearances

"Come and suck my dick, you cheating whore!" Mitsuki stepped forward, and Mineta smirked as she fell to her knees and bent down beside Inko, who, despite the.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. We’re sprinting for cover, laughing like idiots. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just thinking, “This is the worst best day ever.”

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